bondage orgasmsShe'd never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her secretions were spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish I had been fast enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and the gag from her mouth. "That was damn sneaky," she repremanded me in a good natured manner. "And I loved it!" "I couldn't resist that surprise," I told her. "Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my throat." I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since she had her sexual release, I needed mine desperately. I guided my shaft past her anxious lips, as she engulfed me with her mouth. It was like a prison door snapping shut around me. Her tongue darted all over my prick, like a competitive athlete, trying to beat an existing record. She bathed my prick with her talented tongue, licking more enthusiastically than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage had transformed her from a passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal of energy into her work. As sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant, mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed mouth and was getting closer to exploding. I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term. But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn't hold back another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic manner. Francie's tongue didn't let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream.
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